Today I claim my faith as stiff rubber boots walking me through rain, slush, and mud.  An all terrain faith.

We walk, the dog and I, taking easy slow time to sniff out all the smells, cover up all prior scents with our own.  Oblivious to and reveling in the dark, rain and blustery wind.

The Mother is for me the soft thick socks; the Father is the tough strong rigid boots.  The wind says: “I am here with every weather change you feel.”

These boots of faith are just what I need on a black path filled with puddles and mud.

I am free to play.  Like a child protected and watched over, I giggle with my delightful splashing.

The trees say: “Branching out for more possibilities to meeete the sun, drink the rain, play with the wind.  Roots sneak into the earth sipping up the fiber of rocks to be strong.”

The sound garden wails in the wind as I play today.